American Lifestyles

Unnatural

All too often we substitute
opinion for fact.
It seems unnatural.
Does everything have to be
this way?
It's hard to look at a problem
from the outside, than the inside.

Rolling On

Life rolls on like the
lone freighter through an
empty rail yard.
We've missed the last one.
Our direction seems unwilling;
the cogs of our minds have
rusted.
Tears drop, where do they go?
Never used again.

Questions...

Questions are raised like a child,
slowly and carefully.
Questions that are never answered,
Coming down like rain, hard and fast.
Unrelenting, but always waiting.

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